Thank Circe, there was Madam Rosmerta. "There you are, my dear!" she said cheerfully, leaning over the bar to pat him on the cheek as she set down the box of alcohol. "Just open it up, a standard engorgement charm will do the trick." She caught his determined non-look at Spencer and Mikey and added, "Yes, they are sweet, aren't they?"
Nate made a noncommittal noise — just because he agreed didn't mean he needed to admit it — and smiled at her, digging out the money he needed to pay her.
"Bye," he said, nodding at her and returning Mikey's awkward wave as he headed for the door. The sooner he left, the sooner they could all pretend that he'd never been there.
...Well, and the sooner Nate could deliver his goods and get to his books. Nobody would hear about it from his lips, but he needed to write this down.